Ricebowl 70

  You never knew the ground stunk as much as you did until you were under it, dirt dripping down from above through cracks in the cave walls. You had never intended to be down here, you weren’t one for cave diving less you’d come face to face with a arachnid or a particularly hungry cave shark but unfortunately living in an area that was once a strip mining site meant that you lived in a area that was at high risk of sinkholes. One collapsed right where you were standing and you were sent into a cave and knocked out and, right now, it felt like you were wandering around for weeks although you knew that it could have only been wandering around for a few hours at this point. As you walked you’d hear the sound of the floor crunching underneath your feet, the eroded parts of the rocks coming off and being crushed beneath your boots like they were insects. You had a rock in your hand, dew dripping off and smearing against your flesh as you got ready to club anything that came near you a...

  Your radio would hum between static and the sound of music as you drove through the dirt roads that were the only pathway to your home, your eyes glancing to the various crosses and smooth glasses you had in the back as you had done so. It has been a long, long day for you in the demon hunting business, least of all because the demon that you were trying to exorcise just wouldn’t budge but also due to the fact it was one of those demons from a culture no one really knew about or really cared to look into. This meant that you had done hours of research to get relatively nothing about the demon known to you and then go to the house to do the demon hunting equivalent of getting blood out of rock. What had started as a rather valiant attempt to rid the demon before lunch turned into a 10 hour slog of immense proportion, scavenging around the kitchen for various foods to keep yourself going, stealing some holy water from the local church and saying so much Latin you’d think it was you...

  When you got signed up to that exchange program you didn’t really know what it would bring you especially with the culture being so different from where you were now. But, thankfully, those fears had washed away now that you had been going here for a few months although you still had to get used to the fact some of your classmates could walk through walls or hang from ceilings. There were a rather large range of monsters here from werewolves to spider women to gargoyles and almost all of them were friendly, even the zombies were pretty fun to be around even if they couldn't really speak that well. When you had first arrived you were a curiosity to them more than anything else, almost all the monsters having not even seen a human before which led to you becoming a magnet for weird questions and several awkward touches from them which you were fine with for the most part. You had even made quite a few friends, almost all of them women due to the fact that this place seemed to have ...